The park in October

Fallen leaves, baked apples, cinnamon, chestnuts, wet moss and warm wood: the scents of a golden autumn.

A golden evening in the park: a low sun behind the trees, a maple over the bench, leaves turning on the air. The autumn scents wait in heaps of fallen leaves. Dig one out and it sits down on the bench, a leaf with its name comes down from the maple, and the wind carries the old one away.